Last night I am at home. Not wanting to eat any thing at home, but desiring some thing from a restaurant or fast food place, I get dressed and throw white socks and sneakers on cause after getting some thing to eat I want to stop in Walmart and buy a new pair of work boots.
I was in the mood for some chicken fried rice at my favorite Chinese place, but I waited too long. I was hungry NOW and between the drive to the Chinese place and waiting 15 minutes for my order, I did not want to wait that long. I decided I would go into Subway (a sandwich shop) and get a 12" sub. They had no more meatballs so I got a ham sub with American cheese, every thing on it, nothing hot and no pickles.
The girl who works at Subway and who is making my sub, you can immediately pick up vibes that she has an edginess about her, a slight attitude. I think this attitude is because she is rather good looking in a girl next door kinda way, has the largest breasts that you ever did see on a slender girl and she's got a small tattoo on her neck. No kidding, her breasts are beyond DD and I am sure go into that mysterious realm of E or F, on a girl that is like 5' 6" 115 or 120 lbs.
If facial expressions could speak, her mannerisms, the way she looked at me and her customer service attitude towards me was as if she was thinking "this customer looks like a nerd that I have no real interest in serving". She just had this apathy look on her face and her work skills or mannerisms showed lack of focus. I could tell this was the type of girl who would get fired from jobs for lack of good work skills.
So, as she is making my sandwich with this lackluster lackadaisical attitude, I too was sizing her up. If she could read my mind, I was thinking, "OMG (oh my God) what the hell is this girl doing working at Subway for $8 an hour making sandwiches?!: This girl could make a fortune as a stripper, body rub girl or escort".
You know making sandwiches is not her calling. Tattoo on her neck, poor work skills, every thing about her reveals she should be in the sex industry and capitalizing on those monumental mammaries.
She didn't want to serve me and I knew she missed her calling via making sandwiches instead of making a fortune with those giant tits of hers.
She did make me a very good sandwich though. Packed the sandwich sooo full that it was hard to close the lid on it and wrap it up. I chowed down and was not in the mood to go to Walmart to buy boots, so I went home.